A Good Girls Guide to an Apocalypse

Prolouge

How did this happen? How did it get this way? How can I fix it? I ask all of these questions when I know that there's nothing, I can do to stop the mess that is right in front of me. Everyone is doomed and there's not a single thing that I can do to stop that. This virus has gotten out of hand, and even the doctors know that. It was so simple before all we had to do was find the antidote and cure people. "Cure the sick ones." they told me, "It will all work out." They said and now look. Look at all the destruction and chaos, it doesn't look fixed to me. The doctors hid away and put this to the side. Just like the Covid-19 pandemic. They said that it would pass, and everyone would live... But they were wrong, oh so wrong...

*Two Years Ago,* 

"Jane Hardy?" Receptionist at Harvard said.

"Yes, that's me" I state while raising my hand and walking over.

"He's ready to see you." She speaks not looking up from her computer. 

This is it; this is my interview for Harvard's top science program. The program that I've spent years trying to make, the program that my mother took when she was my age. The make-or-break moment that I've dreamed of for the past 17 years. As I walk through the large iron doors, I am met with the most dashing man I have ever laid my eyes upon. His dark curly locks, and cold grey eyes make my blood pressure rise way over what's "Healthy." The way his Armani suit with matching tie and dark pocket square hug all the right places make my head spin and my knees weak.  

"Jane, is it?" He questions. 

"Huh? Oh yes! Thats me, ha-ha." I say with an awkward chuckle, earning a grunt in response. 

"So, what do you think makes you worthy enough for this program?" He says while leaning in his chair 

 Jane, don't you dare fuck this up for yourself. I say in my head as a little peptalk.

" I think that I'm great for this program because I am a great team player in any sort of tasks, and I have been working in a lab since I was about 3 years old. I feel that I could be a great asset to your Labotory and that I can come up with any solution to a problem. I have proven in the past that I can work through any situation and that I succeed under immense pressure. I over-come any stressful situation and I help with calming other people down with pep-talks."  I say with a smile 

"Yes... Thats great and all but that doesn't tell me why you think your worthy. Do you know how many times I've heard that story today? Let alone the other countless hours I have put into this program and emails I have read. That right there isn't proving your worth, it is showing me that you're just like everyone else... Be unique, be different, and now tell me your true story." He gestures to the nearest chair knowing that it might take a while.

"And please do take your time, I don't want to hear my co-workers ask questions any time soon" he says with a chuckle. 

I am starstruck at the amount of carelessness this man has. Most people would've walked out right then and there, and he knows that. Hell, I'm sure it's happened in the past. Reluctantly I sit down and give the full reason why I want... No why I need to have a spot in this program...